“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. “Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. “I’ll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said.” His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

-A Clash of Kings, George R.R. Martin

You know you have a problem when you randomly find a picture of Lana Del Rey on someone’s blog, who’s chiding her for the themes in her music video seeming to portray a complacency toward domestic violence, and you instantly think, “oooh goody…wouldn’t this be a great reference photo for some SanSan?!”

Characters belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO’s A Game of Thrones. One of my favorite textures right now I must credit to ~Insan-Stock[link]

I had to draw this A Clash of Kings scene after weeks of hunky Iain Glen’s performances on A Game of Thrones. I can literally see him burying his undying love painfully every time he’s about to speak to Dany. It’s marvelous.

This, however, is book Jorah. Jorah in his stocky, dark, hairy fineness. Poor Jorah. As if to pour salt in his wounds, in the books Qartheen gowns left one breast exposed. A man can only last so long.